How much will I suffer?” Kim confronted me, obviously caring about what happened to her old friend Ivanka.“The more you intercede with me on her b...half, the less she suffers, I can tell you that much. The more she works toward my goals, the less she suffers. It’s a kind of atonement in my book for her vicious ways. It’s kinda like Allison Mack that way. The more that girl atones, the better her chances of redemption, such as it is.“As for the rest, well, I want you to go into porn. I don’t mean. You see I’m undressed but don’t think much of it. I move in behind you with one smooth movement, pressing my cock against your lower back, firmly moving my hands from your hips up to your breasts and kissing you lovingly in the back of your neck while pulling you gently backwards into myself. The combination of touch across these areas sends a small pulse of electricity from the back of your neck to your fingertips and down to your toes. You’re already horny and immediately start melting in. .."What was it?" He asked. "You were doing so fine!" No I wasn't..." I said still looking down."You're being too hard on yourself." He said caressing my breasts again and making me tremble, they were covered in red bite marks."I just wanted to make you feel as good as you make me feel..." I said in a depressed tone."I can help you, but I'm not used to such a delicate girl, as you might have noticed." He said, almost apologetic."Just do it, please!" I said opening my mouth for him to enter, my. As Tony approached, the cult members quickly excused themselves and left. They’d always avoided Tony, for whatever reason.Tony, flashing a toothy, sinister grin, was in a far better mood than us, and he duckwalked, sat down to our table, cupping a hot coffee in his hands, humming the melody to Bruce Springsteen’s “Glory Days.”Tony wasn’t much of a breakfast eater.Tony asked, “What’s good, gentlemen? What’s the current topic of conversation?”“Dreams...” replied The Terrorist, warily.Tony’s.